It is a complex relationship. One powerful enough to make or break a person. One that I dread to have coz mine is not necessary perfect. Let's face it, who has a perfect relationship with their mom? They are humans after all, no matter what your expectations are/were, they have flaws.
Whether you perceived that they love you less or more, here's what I can say to you - they love the best way they know how.
My mom is nothing like a simple happy nurturing mother. She was a career woman who prides herself at what she does. She worked everyday and barely has time to cook or do house chores. A lot of the time she carried a weight of responsibilities on her shoulders and it sometimes manifested at home. She never liked hugs, kisses nor compliments. Even if she was proud, she showed it in her own silent way.
Growing up as a needy girl who is not at all confident and shy at times was very challenging in that kind of environment. She was non-existent in that nurturing role - a role that in that very young age, I do not even know what the role should look like. So what do you do? Look at other moms as an example. You start comparing and you start to noticing more and more the big gaping void. I grew angry of her, sure after all, I was once a teenager who is bound to rebel at one point. It was confusing and hurtful at times coz at that time, I feel like I was missing a certain program in my gene and it was not nurtured at all.
But like anything else, you leave it alone and ultimately it'll grow eventually. I started to grow older and wiser ( I hope). And now, although it was important then, it seems comical to me now.
My mom has/had imperfections and as result, I grew into those gaps and flaws. I compensate involuntarily what is lacking and as a result - it became me.
See, she never really baby me when I was little - it led me to be more independent She wasn't touchy - feely type person - I turned into someone who writes affection instead. She rarely complimented me or say she is proud of me - so I stopped caring to get her approval and just do the best that I can at all times - I do it for myself and not for her.
I could go on and on about it but that thing is, she may have hurt me at a certain point in my life but at the same time it collectively built me as to who I am today - and I am proud of who I am today. Hence, I am thankful of my mom.
Whether you perceived that they love you less or more, here's what I can say to you - they love the best way they know how.
My mom is nothing like a simple happy nurturing mother. She was a career woman who prides herself at what she does. She worked everyday and barely has time to cook or do house chores. A lot of the time she carried a weight of responsibilities on her shoulders and it sometimes manifested at home. She never liked hugs, kisses nor compliments. Even if she was proud, she showed it in her own silent way.
Growing up as a needy girl who is not at all confident and shy at times was very challenging in that kind of environment. She was non-existent in that nurturing role - a role that in that very young age, I do not even know what the role should look like. So what do you do? Look at other moms as an example. You start comparing and you start to noticing more and more the big gaping void. I grew angry of her, sure after all, I was once a teenager who is bound to rebel at one point. It was confusing and hurtful at times coz at that time, I feel like I was missing a certain program in my gene and it was not nurtured at all.
But like anything else, you leave it alone and ultimately it'll grow eventually. I started to grow older and wiser ( I hope). And now, although it was important then, it seems comical to me now.
My mom has/had imperfections and as result, I grew into those gaps and flaws. I compensate involuntarily what is lacking and as a result - it became me.
See, she never really baby me when I was little - it led me to be more independent She wasn't touchy - feely type person - I turned into someone who writes affection instead. She rarely complimented me or say she is proud of me - so I stopped caring to get her approval and just do the best that I can at all times - I do it for myself and not for her.
I could go on and on about it but that thing is, she may have hurt me at a certain point in my life but at the same time it collectively built me as to who I am today - and I am proud of who I am today. Hence, I am thankful of my mom.